What is actually at the window has yet to be determined
Though all robed personages already know
What you will do, and love you've made that choice,
Tho you'd appreciate any guidance, at this point.
Hummingbirds whirr in place at that,
But only because they feel for you, so close
To the sugar, almost jealous you are only now
Free enough to dance in the darkness.
Some already know the soil they walk is blessed.
God doesn’t need to speak to them, they know the way
And why they should believe their eyes
Not the lies their mothers told them,
How tunnels end in hell, and every destination
Is a long way off still and almost impassible,
And people are, forget about it, unreachable,
Impossible to trust.
You wait, conversely, for the dispatcher's signal
As safety is now a system-wide issue.
Nothing can move until it stews in the broth
Of what it never understood, at least not enough.
But you feel somehow it's a system that includes you
Though you do not want to know why,
When you hail a ride, it knows where to go
And that you haven’t yet arrived and probably never will.
